Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Names,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Technova,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.